The Night of the Dead

The night is black
 The wind blows cold
 The strange mist rise from the ground
 Screams in the night tell you something isn't right
 The stench of decay is all around
 Sounds from the underground
 The dead are rising from their graves
 The night is black
 You better watch your back
 It's the night of the dead
 Your eyes turn black
 Your skin turns cold
 We live! Ever be the same!
 A blood red moon is thru the clouds
 Cemetery's calling your name
 Sounds from the underground
 The dead are rising from their graves
 The night is black
 You better watch your back
 It's the night of the dead
 Ha-ha-ha
 Sounds from the underground
 The dead are rising from their graves
 The night is black
 You better watch your back
 It's the night of the dead
 Ha-ha-ha